The Feast of Us
She thought love would save us.
It didn’t.
It made us visible. Vulnerable.
It put a target on her back — and then watched her bleed for it.
I swore I’d never let them take her.
But they did.
And what they did to her…
Even monsters would weep.
She still looks at me like I’m her protector.
Like I didn’t arrive too late.
Like I’m not already halfway gone from what I had to do to bring her home.
Now they want us to kneel beside them.
To share in their feast.
To prove our love by giving it up.
But I remember who she is.
How she gasps when I take control.
How her pulse stutters when she finally feels safe.
And so when they reach for her next…
I’ll make sure I feed them their own fingers.
Read on for corrupted mates, sacred bloodshed, dangerous devotion, and a monster who chooses love over empire. HEA Guaranteed.
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